“I am gonna cum, mom”, I shouted.“Take it out. Put it on my fucking face”, mom screamed. I took my cock and ejaculated on her face. Mom swallo...ed it.Then I lied on the bed next to her.“Thank you, my slut”, I said.“Oh, I am your slut now?” she asked in a husky voice.“Of course, you are,” I said as I kissed her lips.“You are better than your dad. You are better than most”, she said.“What the fuck do you mean? How many men have fucked you”, I asked.“I don’t keep count. Should be around 15 or 20”,. She went to Israel because they had, at the time, a very secular society. She thought she might like it. Hippie that she was, the idea of kids her age living together struck a note in her. When she came back, this is what she related:The teenagers who grew up together ... looked elsewhere for mates."I grew up with her/him ... Why on earth would I want to marry/mate/fuck him/her ... her shit stinks!" His shit stinks." He picks his nose." She farts when she pees." She uses all the hot water." He. Jokingly I asked, "what's wrong? Couldn't find a bigger glass?" "I have a gallon bucket here somewhere if you would prefer!" She shot back. We laughed. "I have to change before I get sick. You can throw your clothes in the dryer if you like, I'll get you a towel" she said. "Just a towel would be fine thanks." I saidLindsey went back inside, and I went to work. Fortunately these carbs are very simple, a five year old could fix it. I got the junk cleaned out and was about to put it back together. As she pressed me against her I suddenly was aware that I was flattening her breasts underneath the knit dress she had on and that she was not wearing a bra. I felt a twitch in my crotch that wasn't at all innocent embarrassment. "Chris, my boy, come on in and get settled.", Uncle Jerry boomed as he grabbed the suitcase out of my hand. He had gotten balder in the years since I'd last seen him and developed a bit more of a paunch but he was as overbearing as ever as he showed me around their.